May 2017 Reads | First Lines


I decided that it would be fun to start a new feature to add the the wrap up of books I read every month. For me most of the time I pick up and look at books in the store it is the first lines that capture my attention and draw me in. It has always been intriguing to me the amount of thought that must go into those first words the author decides to but as the introduction to their work. The first lines are your first impression of the book.

Anthem by Ayn Rand
It is a sin to write this.

The Golden Lily by Richelle Mead
Most people would find being led into an underground bunker on a stormy night scary.

Carry On, Warrior: The Power of Embracing Your Messy, Beautiful Life by Glennon Doyle Melton
A few years ago, strange things started happening to me at church.

March 2017 Reads | First Lines

I decided that it would be fun to start a new feature ( First Lines) to add the the wrap up of books I read every month. For me most of the time I pick up and look at books in the store it is the first lines that capture my attention and draw me in. It has always been intriguing to me the amount of thought that must go into those first words the author decides to but as the introduction to their work. The first lines are your first impression of the book.

Garden of Thorns by Amber Mitchell
Needle-thin spikes line the shackles that bite into my wrists and ankles.

Bloodlines by Richelle Mead
I couldn’t breathe

Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon
I’ve read many more books than you.

 

January 2017 Reads | First Lines

first-lines
I decided that it would be fun to start a new feature to add the the wrap up of books I read every month. For me most of the time I pick up and look at books in the store it is the first lines that capture my attention and draw me in. It has always been intriguing to me the amount of thought that must go into those first words the author decides to but as the introduction to their work. The first lines are your first impression of the book.

Soulless by Gail Carriger
Ms. Alexia Tarabotti was not enjoying her evening.

The Girl On The Train by Paula Hawkins
 There is a pole of clothing on the side of the train tracks.

Between The World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates
Son, Last Sunday the host of a popular news show asked me what it meant to lose my body.

Salt To The Sea by Ruta Sepetys
Guilt is a hunter.

The Shape Of My Heart by Ann Aguirre
If my life were a romantic comedy, I wouldn’t be the star.

Roseblood by A.G Howard
At home, I have a poster on my wall of a rose that’s bleeding.